Page 60 of The Billionaire

“It seem that we may have something in common, hence the reason I want you to stay with me. We all have issues.”

“I like being in control. Staying in control.”

“You seem able to lose control with me.”

I blushed.

“That’s different.”

“I don’t think so.” He kissed the back of my hand. “I think I’m exactly what the doctor ordered for you. You need to relax, let loose and have fun.”

“Oh do I?”

“Yes,” He said matter-of-factly as his finger trailed down the center of my chest.

“You need to throw caution to the wind and live.”

“I do live.”

“You follow rules. You follow carefully planned paths like a train on wooden railroad tracks.”

“Why does it have to be wooden?”

“Because this,” his hand reached for mine and I felt his harden Johnson hard like wood and I laugh.

“Wow, you are a stallion.”

“There’s something about me that I think you’ll find out being around me for more than twenty-four hours. I have a huge appetite.”

Fire blazed in his eyes and I throbbed incredibly at the hot steamy words.

“Which I think I’m ready for…what round would it be after our little pep talk here?” He winked. I instantly went wet for him.

“Three.”

He swirled me around in the water.

“Have you ever wondered maybe if you went back to the place you traveled as a teenager that maybe you would see things in a different perspective?”

I was quiet for a moment.

“I don’t know.”

“I think maybe. I think maybe you could come with me to one of my orphanages...”

“You… you have orphanages?”

“Uh huh.”

Damn my need to pounce him and suck him dry escalated a thousand percent.

He kissed my breasts, my lips and then took my hand and led me to the sand where the water gently visited and went back to the sea. That’s where he laid me down and headed south, where he made love to my queen v, for twenty something long, squirming, intoxicating minutes. Oh good heavens. I knew I was in trouble again.

For dinner, we were to have a six-course dinner served privately, of course, on a terrace. I was incredibly excited. My designer gowns, outfits, even lingerie had all been unpacked the moment we arrived to the villa.

My jewelry hung beautifully across a glass table, sparkling here and hanging there over tens of hooks with mirrored nobs. I simply wouldn’t be able to wear everything in one week! But it sure was beautiful to look at. More dresses and more heels had arrived earlier in the day and I stood there having no clue what to wear.

I was in my bra and panties combing out my freshly conditioned wet hair when a light knock sounded. I thought it was Kyle but then I noticed it was not. It was a thin man with brown styled shaggy hair, holding a hair dryer sporting thick glasses, “Oh honey, you are a ten.”

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